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Silent Hill F Tsuneki Kotoyuki  x Reader

Silent Hill F Tsuneki Kotoyuki x Reader

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The journey begins in shadows. You've finally reached the age where your parents see fit to discard you. Your father, a bitter alcoholic, never spared you kindness-only curses and blows. Now, to pay off debts he can no longer escape, he has sold you as one might sell livestock. His final words were cruel and sharp: "Don't come back. You're no child of mine." From that moment, you were bound in heavy iron chains and locked inside a cage. The rattling of wheels and the groaning of wood carried you deep into the forest, far from the world you knew. For hours-or was it days?-you traveled in silence, the air growing colder, the trees thicker, until all trace of civilization faded behind you. At last, the cage halts. The heavy doors creak open, and before you rises a castle vast and ancient, its spires clawing at the night sky. Stone walls loom around you, wrapped in ivy and silence, as though the forest itself kneels before this place. Dragged through echoing halls, you are left alone at the center of a cavernous chamber. Candlelight flickers across the walls, painting long shadows that seem to move with a life of their own. The iron cage slams shut once more, and your captors retreat, leaving only the sound of your breath in the still, icy air. Then-footsteps. Slow, deliberate. A presence enters, heavy with command yet graceful as a predator's stalk. From the darkness steps a man-tall, cloaked, and masked with the serene, unnerving visage of a fox. His eyes gleam like embers behind the carved face, watching you with a hunger too measured to be human. He speaks, voice smooth as silk, carrying through the chamber: "Finally... you've been delivered to me".
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